Lust's Corner

[MrFantasyMan]

Well... wherever they spring from... know the source to be a true one... one that won't lead you wrong. It doesn't take much to enliven someone's emotions or feelings. It can be as simple as a graceful gesture, or as harsh as words that form a lie. Somehow, someway... emotions and feelings are hooked together... by a very delicate thread; and closely interwoven.

Whatever it is that springs to the fore when you write... or however complicated and mixed those emotions and feelings might be at the time you're writing... each work is beautiful and unique unto itself... and your feelings pour forth... and are felt by those who read your works. I pray you continue... for I can not, adequately, tell you what they make me feel.

As long as they do make you FEEL...I think that's all I ever hoped for...

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

As long as they do make you FEEL...I think that's all I ever hoped for...

*Places the rose into the vase that sits upon her desk* Then, rest assured Sir, your hope is realized.

 

[biggbear8]

Thank you BiggBear. I must confess... it is my first attempt at a Romance novel... and I am cheered on by the positive responses I've received so far. You don't think it's too sappy so far?

I would like to thank you again for Moon-Fairy. I've never had any one write a piece for me. I truly adore the gesture.

I think your story is beautiful I love it I should send you the story I was writing and let you see my romantic side.
your very welcome hon a beautiful woman as you should have poems and sonnets written about her
hugs kisses
Bear

 

[biggbear8]

Chapter 7​

She awoke with a start, not knowing if it had been a dream, or reality. The bed was empty, but the indentation, that had been made by his head on the pillow next to hers, was still warm.

She also noted the rumpled bottom sheet and a smile crossed her lips. It had not been a dream then; he had slept next to her.

She sat up and stretched lazily, only now realizing that she was still clothed from yesterday, with the exception of her socks, shoes, and sweat jacket.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she got up and walked over to her suitcase, and after pulling out fresh clothes; she headed for the bathroom, looking forward to a nice cool shower.

Gaining the bathroom, she closed and locked the door. She placed her clean clothes on the little stool, and as she started to reach in to turn the shower on, halted.

She had almost forgotten to remove the clothes from the hook by the window, where she had hung them to air dry yesterday. She folded them and then turning back, started the water, and quickly undressing, got under the cool stream.

She was reluctant to get out from under the water it felt so good. But she did. She could smell the coffee that Michael had made and she was craving a cup. She dried off and turbaned the towel over her hair.

Once she was dressed, she reached for the door, and opening it, had taken one step to cross into the hall, when she almost collided with Michael who was standing in front of the door, holding two mugs of coffee.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," he said with that ever present lopsided grin raising the corner of his mouth.

"I thought you might like a cup of coffee before we get started on breakfast," handing her a mug of the steaming brew.

"Oh, Michael. How thoughtful. How did you know I had just thought about wanting a cup of this?" she said as she took the proffered mug from his hand. Taking a sip, she then attempted to walk past him to go into the hallway, but found her way effectively blocked. She looked up at him quizzically.

"Um, Michael? Do you think I could pass you please? I'd like to go get my hair dryer. Besides, I really don't want to spend the day standing here in your bathroom." She looked up at him as she spoke.

For some reason he looked different this morning. Not different different, just different. Maybe it was the lack of strain around the eyes; she didn't know. Whatever the reason, she liked the way his face looked. It was smoother and softer looking this morning.

"Um, Phaedra? If you think I'm going to let you pass, guess again," he teased in return, shaking his head in the negative.

"I just may have plans on keeping you right here, in the bathroom, all day. I really haven't decided yet." His eyes roved over her, drinking in the sight of her, from her towel-wrapped head to her slippered feet.

She wore no make-up this morning. In fact, come to think about it, he wasn't sure if she had had any on yesterday, save for a bit of lipstick.

Phaedra didn't know whether to laugh or scream. All she could do at the present moment was grin. He was teasing her, which she knew.

There was no mistaking that glint in his eyes. It was similar to the same one that had first caught, and captured, she added mentally, her heart when she had first looked upon the picture he had sent her, nor did the quirk at the corner of his mouth escape her notice.

Would he seriously think about keeping me here, in the bathroom, all day? She caught herself wondering.

Yes, came the swift reply. IF it suited him, he would do just that, she added mentally.

"Alright, Mr. Smartyalec, just what would keeping me here, in the bathroom all day, prove? Hmm?"

She had put her coffee mug down on the counter so that she could unwrap the towel from her hair, and just as quickly realized what a mistake it was to have emptied her hands.

Michael, who had been lounging against the doorframe during all this banter, reached over, and placed his coffee mug on the counter next to hers. Then, quick as a flash, his own hands empty now, he grabbed Phaedra and pulled her against him, much as he had done yesterday.

"This," was all he said.

Quickly lowering his head, his mouth captured her lower lip and pulled it between his teeth. The tip of his tongue explored from the corner to the center of that lip, and then slipped over it into the velvety softness.

Feeling the tip of Pheadra's tongue as it tried not to dance with his, he heard her sharp intake of breath, which ended on a groan.

"Holy God!" he breathed raggedly.

"I've been wanting to do that for what has seemed like days, yet I know it hasn't been that long."

He rested his forehead against Phaedra's once again. This was fast becoming a favorite stance or position with him, to hold her like this, with their heads resting against each other. He raised his head and looked into her eyes, getting lost in their depths and in their color, letting his eyes rove over the contours of her face and back to her eyes.

Those were what held him spellbound. With a whispered oath, he brought his mouth down to claim hers yet again.

Liquid heat streamed through his veins, his hands feeling hot where they held her to him. She smelled so good. Fresh from her shower, she had the scent of Raspberry clinging to her, from her hair right down her entire body. He inhaled deeply of that scent, letting it fill his lungs, yet not daring to break the contact. Not now.

Phaedra locked her arms around Michael's neck, holding on as everything began to spin out of control. She was shaking violently, from head to toe, as shivers of desire and want chased each other up and down along her spine. She felt his tongue seeking to invade her mouth, and she opened it to allow him further access.

She felt herself be lifted up, and carried through the door.

Picking Phaedra up, and clasping her against him tightly, Michael turned around and headed for the bedroom. As he entered his room, their room, he corrected himself yet again, he kicked the door shut, strode across the room, and kneeling into the mattress, laid Phaedra down and then lowered himself until he lay beside her.

He raised his head and looked into her eyes, giving her a moment to breathe; and a chance to say no, if she wanted to. He hoped and prayed she wouldn't do the latter.

She looked up at him, knowing he waited for some sign from her. She gave Michael that sign in the gentlest way she could. She reached up, and pulling his head back down, kissed his lips lightly, as she nipped the edge of his lower lip and touched the tip of her tongue to the edge of his lip. She felt him give a shudder, and heard him utter a groan, yet she knew he still held himself barely under control.

Michael had felt his control slipping and had just about lost it when she nipped his lip and then lightly traced her tongue along where she had just nipped. His lids slowly closed over his eyes as he relished the feel of her mouth touching his. He made his hand stay still against her stomach, when it was aching to touch her, to fondle her, to feel her cool skin, soft and pliable beneath it.

Just when he thought she was not going to respond further, she did. She shyly reached down and grasping his hand brought it up to her lips. He watched, fascinated, as she nibbled along each of his knuckles, sending jolts of heat down each finger and an ache across his palm and into his groin.

Groaning her name, he closed the distance between them. He brought his head swooping back down and as he cradled her head between his large hands, he took handfuls of her hair between his fingers. He then tilted her head back and covered her lips again with his, this time thrusting his tongue between her lips and not allowing her to hold back, or withdraw. The time had come for no turning back.

He plundered her silky mouth again and again, drawing sighs and soft moans from her. He released his hold on her hair, and his hands quickly undid the buttons of her shirt, finding her breasts bare beneath, still cool and smooth from her shower.

The rest of her skin felt as if it were on fire. His hand halted by the button on the waist of her jeans. The next move was hers. He had rushed her enough.

Sensing his hesitancy, she moved his fingers so that they covered the button he was debating about opening. Her eyes never left his, their gazes locked, the meaning clear.

"Undo it, Michael," she whispered against his lips.

"Please; don't stop now," she moaned with a little catch in her voice. She was trying to stay still and not appear too eager to feel him against her. She was losing her own battle of maintaining control and she knew it. She wanted to feel him not only against her, but also in her. She was past the point where she could stop him, had she wanted to. She wanted what he wanted.

Michael undid the button and the zipper of her jeans, raised himself up and pulled them from her in one quick movement, taking her small clothes with them. He stood and removed his own jeans as well, shucking his small clothes with them, and his shirt soon followed.

She watched, as he turned toward her, somewhat shy with his nakedness yet not. She raised her arms and reached for him. This was the sign he had silently prayed for, and needed. He came to her, and lay beside her, his eyes never leaving hers.

He slowly and deliberately, lightly ran his right hand up her left leg and over her hip, relishing not only in the shiver she tried to suppress, but also in the quickly indrawn, shaky breaths she took. He reveled in the enjoyment he felt as he watched her eyes drift closed as he ran a finger along the swell of her left breast and brought it down toward the nipple, watching it grow taut as he trapped it between his thumb and forefinger.

Unable to wait, he lowered his head to that same nipple that his fingers had been teasing, and teased it with his teeth; sending shiver upon shiver down Phaedra's spine, making her draw her lower lip between her teeth in order to stop herself from crying out in delicious agony, yet not quite able to suppress the guttural groan that came from deep in her throat.

Phaedra, at great emotional expense to herself, was forcing herself to lie as still as possible. All she really wanted to do was grasp Michael by his full head of beautiful, Grey hair and hold his head still, letting him salve her breasts with his tongue, and nibble and nip, at her nipple; making her arch against him. But she fought against that urge.

Michael, unaware of the havoc he was wreaking on Phaedra, or at least to the extent of the havoc he was wreaking, let his right hand wander lightly and lazily across Phaedra's belly, drawing circles on the soft skin just above the apex between her legs.

Unable to keep still any longer, Phaedra moved. As she moved, Michael shifted his attention to her mouth again. He brought his mouth back to hers, plundering it with a ferocity that he had not shown before. He thrust his tongue into the recess of her mouth, forcing hers to dance with his, while his finger slid into the center of the apex between her legs, moving slowly into the moist interior. She shivered, arched her back at the intrusion, and raised her hips, thus allowing him deeper access.

Michael moved his hand against her, thrusting deeper within, making her gasp for air as she fought against the climax that was building within. He felt her quiver and knew the moment was near.

"Phaedra? Look at me," he whispered. "Open your eyes and look at me." She did as Michael bade her, opening her eyes and letting him see the glazed expression that told him what he wanted to know.

He forced himself to be completely still and make no movement, with his hand, or any part of his being. He suddenly felt that Phaedra needed to know it was all right if she said No.

"I need to know something, and I need to know it now before I can't hold back. Do you want me to continue or stop? Are you all right? Or are you afraid to continue? I will not force you into making what will be very slow, very sweet, and very passionate love, nor will I force myself upon you." His eyes never left hers as he continued to speak.

"Tell me what you want me to do. I need to know."

These questions were exactly what she would have expected him to ask, or say. She would have expected nothing less, and she marveled at the concern and caring in his last few words and even though they were spoken through clenched teeth, she was deeply aware of the effort it was costing him to hold back.

Unable to find words to express what she was feeling, she opted to show him. Phaedra was so deeply touched by his concern that she didn't quite catch the errant tear that ran down her cheek.

Misunderstanding the tear, Michael made as if to roll away from her, but she stopped him by gently placing her left hand, palm inward, against his right cheek and turning his head back towards her. Shaking her head from side to side, she tried to find her voice so that she could speak.

"It is you who misunderstands now, Michael. The tear is not from pain or from the wish for you to stop. It is because you care enough to ask me what I want both of you and from you," she looked at him unblinkingly while she spoke, leaving him absolutely no doubt it was the truth.

"Please," she whispered, "please make love to me and with me. Take me up above the clouds and then let me slide down the backside of the wind. Let me crest the waves of want and stoke the fires of desire. Let there be no turning back for either of us. I want you."

With those softly spoken words, she had left him with no doubts about what she felt and no doubts about what she wanted.

Michael looked in her eyes, getting so lost and so caught up in their color and their depths that he didn't even give it cognizant thought as he shifted his position so that he was above her, nudging her legs apart with his knee. He positioned himself and then slid into her silky, velvet interior, slowly and sinuously; just as he had once told her he would do, if they ever became lovers. He slid in as deeply as was comfortable for her, and waited.

Once inside, he was still. He wanted her to adjust to him easily and without movement right away. He could feel her velvetyness surround him and he knew that she wanted him to move, but not yet.

Just being like this feels good, he thought.

He began to move slowly, stoking the fires that were raging in both of them. She answered each movement of his with one of her own, geared to rock them in unison, making their union deeper. Michael raised himself up on his knees and pulled Phaedra to him. His manhood was completely sheathed now. There was nothing more to give. She held it all.

He began to move faster, racing up the crest of the waves that were crashing over both of them. Every time he moved forward, he could feel the heat devour him, and pull him deeper into the well. He could feel her grip him tightly, and he relished that feeling as we moved within her, straining against her final release.

Sensing that her peak was near, he quickened his pace, thrusting deeper, and faster, riding on her sighs. Her moans skittered down his spine, and pooled at the base of it. Phaedra's responses were all that she had told him that they would be if they ever became lovers.

Sensing her climax was nearer, he moved faster, thrusting into her depths. He was deeper than before, now, yet he was still completely sheathed within her. Soon his own need for release was throbbing along his manhood.

With a few final deep thrusts, he emptied his seed into her, shuddering at the wealth of her response as he continued to move within her, spending himself completely.

He watched, fascinated yet again, as Phaedra started to arch her back, and titled her hips forward and upward; as she spiraled down on the back side of the wind. She uttered a sigh of completion, and pulled Michael down until he lay next to her. Staying locked together, and wrapped in each other's arms, they drifted into sleep.


*Feeling, still, the rush of embarrassment at her descriptiveness of the beauty of the act of love expressed between two people, she finishes the work, and decides to call it a night*

these next two chapters are very beautiful Victoria keep up the great writing
hugs kisses
Bear

 

[biggbear8]

Oh precious creature of my fascination,
For you, my first poem, my own creation.
I savor the beauty of your face.
No other will ever take your place.
I gaze into those awesome eyes
Probing to understand unanswered whys.
I sense the touch of your hand.
Your love making me so happy I am a man.
The sound of your laugh is music to me.
As I now hold you so very tenderly.
I place my kisses upon your lips
While exploring with fingertips.
As I lay my head over your heart,
I wish we would never have to part.
We become sensually romantic with little pomp
As we begin an otter-like sexual romp.
I undress you intentionally slow,
Allowing all of you to eventually show.
My hands trace lightly over skin,
To places I have previously been.
Still marveling at every curve, nook and cranny.
From the top of your head to below your fanny.
I taste and explore in every way.
Not willing to waste any of this precious day.
I arrive at the niche of greatest desire,
Savoring the ignition of your fire.
Your body that so entices me
Undulates in sensual ecstasy.
Words are not now being spoken.
But the silence is broken
With sounds of full love and trust
Expressing the passion of our lust.
Each desiring to be the giver
Causing the other ecstatic shiver.
We soar to the heavens unaware
The rest of the world is still there.
After the explosion of our yearning
Back to earth we are returning.
Lying spent in each others arms
Appreciating one another’s charms.
Entwined in each other we lay
Wishing for courage to give in and stay.
Holding each other so close to be one.
Silently wishing the rest we could outrun.
But knowing today we must return to real life.
With all that it brings and all of it's strife.

MFM these are two beautiful passionate poems great work you have a very unique style of writing

Bear

 

[biggbear8]

A Dedication to a Master Writer ...Playground Writer's Wall of Fame.

BiggBear8..You are master of words and verse.
To all the writers

Keep working on your poems and find your style, I have read alot of beautiful poems, keep working hard and try to write what is enjoyable to you and let people see your imagination.

This is a honor to announce you as the Third member of the Wall of Fame..and may many follow you.

This is BiggBear8​

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/judi_87110/Bear1.jpg​

WOW Thank you all for this wonderful honor I am truly surprised and blushing I am very happy that you enjoy reading my poems and I hope that everyone keeps writing and showing everyone your wonderful works.

THANK YOU EVERYONE

 

[babydoll2u]

The look in your eyes,
The shape of your lips,
The softness of your breasts,
The grinding of your hips,

The smell of sweat,
The taste of skin,
Love-making this passionate,
Has to be a sin,

Passionate dreams,
Have finally come true,
The dreams of pleasure, happiness,
And just being with you,

A passionate moan,
A sensual kiss,
I never would have thought,
That I could make love like this,

Nails scratching my back,
Rough yet pleasing,
Staring into your eyes,
Enticing, teasing

Your teeth bite my neck,
Then nibble on my ear,
Just a few signs,
That the climax is near,

Faster and harder,
I feel alive!
And then collapsing,
When we finally arrive,

Talk for a while,
About how our love will never fade,
Then sit and think,
About the love we just made,

I lean in to kiss you,
A kiss so sweet,
Sends shivers up my spine,
Then back down to my feet,

A kiss so loving,
A kiss so sublime,
A kiss so passionate,
We make love one more time.


MFM

I wonder just whooooo is this lucky woman, who can invoke such passion and
excitement in you... so much so that you must put it to words... hhmmmm???

 

[biggbear8]

*Applause*...great choice!...congradualtions my friend...

Thank you so much mr fantasyman handshakes my friend

 

[babydoll2u]

Oh precious creature of my fascination,
For you, my first poem, my own creation.
I savor the beauty of your face.
No other will ever take your place.
I gaze into those awesome eyes
Probing to understand unanswered whys.
I sense the touch of your hand.
Your love making me so happy I am a man.
The sound of your laugh is music to me.
As I now hold you so very tenderly.
I place my kisses upon your lips
While exploring with fingertips.
As I lay my head over your heart,
I wish we would never have to part.
We become sensually romantic with little pomp
As we begin an otter-like sexual romp.
I undress you intentionally slow,
Allowing all of you to eventually show.
My hands trace lightly over skin,
To places I have previously been.
Still marveling at every curve, nook and cranny.
From the top of your head to below your fanny.
I taste and explore in every way.
Not willing to waste any of this precious day.
I arrive at the niche of greatest desire,
Savoring the ignition of your fire.
Your body that so entices me
Undulates in sensual ecstasy.
Words are not now being spoken.
But the silence is broken
With sounds of full love and trust
Expressing the passion of our lust.
Each desiring to be the giver
Causing the other ecstatic shiver.
We soar to the heavens unaware
The rest of the world is still there.
After the explosion of our yearning
Back to earth we are returning.
Lying spent in each others arms
Appreciating one another’s charms.
Entwined in each other we lay
Wishing for courage to give in and stay.
Holding each other so close to be one.
Silently wishing the rest we could outrun.
But knowing today we must return to real life.
With all that it brings and all of it's strife.

I so wish I could describe our time together lovingly and passionately as you do...

 

[babydoll2u]

A Dedication to a Master Writer ...Playground Writer's Wall of Fame.

BiggBear8..You are master of words and verse.
To all the writers

Keep working on your poems and find your style, I have read alot of beautiful poems, keep working hard and try to write what is enjoyable to you and let people see your imagination.

This is a honor to announce you as the Third member of the Wall of Fame..and may many follow you.

This is BiggBear8​

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/judi_87110/Bear1.jpg​

you're so deserving sweet {{{Bear}}}

 

[biggbear8]

I totally agree! *Applause* *Applause* Kudos BiggBear!

Thank you my sweet lady Victoria hugs kisses

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

WOW! Thank you all for this wonderful honor I am truly surprised and blushing I am very happy that you enjoy reading my poems and I hope that everyone keeps writing and showing everyone your wonderful works.

THANK YOU EVERYONE

You're so very welcome BiggBear. It is a well deserved honour. So glad we caught you by surprise... and we DO enjoy your works.

 

[biggbear8]

Erotica writings that is a beautiful poem great write hon you have always written beautiful poem

hugs kisses
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ EW}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

 

[biggbear8]

you're so deserving sweet {{{Bear}}}

THANK YOU SO MUCH BABYDOLL

HUGS KISSES
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{BABYDOLL}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

 

[MrFantasyMan]

Desire

Can you see, in my heart
The light I hold for you
A passion with no fear
A desire that's so true...

I'm trembling with desire...

If you take me now,
Forever you will see
A desire of devotion
Taking over me....

I'm trembling with desire...

Pull down your walls
Lay naked with no cover
Pull me into your passion
Become my lover...

I'm trembling with desire...

This feeling I want to share.
For beside you is where,
releasing my soul,
Igniting that fire..
Aching to be inside you,
I'm trembling with desire....

 

[babydoll2u]

Desire

Can you see, in my heart
The light I hold for you
A passion with no fear
A desire that's so true...

I'm trembling with desire...

If you take me now,
Forever you will see
A desire of devotion
Taking over me....

I'm trembling with desire...

Pull down your walls
Lay naked with no cover
Pull me into your passion
Become my lover...

I'm trembling with desire...

This feeling I want to share.
For beside you is where,
releasing my soul,
Igniting that fire..
Aching to be inside you,
I'm trembling with desire....

*shivers*.... anytime, anywhere baby....

 

[MrFantasyMan]

*shivers*.... anytime, anywhere baby....

how about now!...here...and for a very long time...

 

[LustfulOne50]

how about now!...here...and for a very long time...

OK you two...LOL take it to the Cheap & Seedy Motel..LOL (cheap plug)

 

[MrFantasyMan]

OK you two...LOL take it to the Cheap & Seedy Motel..LOL (cheap plug)

Mr. Lusty...tsk...tsk...my Lady is neither cheap or seedy...


however...if she ever feels the desire to role play...

 

[LustfulOne50]

Mr. Lusty...tsk...tsk...my Lady is neither cheap or seedy...


however...if she ever feels the desire to role play...

LOL..check the Motel...only the name is cheap and seedy..but see the room design...LOL it is first class all the way....you don't need to role play on the thread just enter the room..LOL there are other places for the rest...LOL...LOL

 

[babydoll2u]

Mr. Lusty...tsk...tsk...my Lady is neither cheap or seedy...


however...if she ever feels the desire to role play...

My HERO! lol


I'll role play with you any time darlin'...

 

[Erotica_Writings]

Erotica writings that is a beautiful poem great write hon you have always written beautiful poem

hugs kisses
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ EW}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

Thank you Bear (((((((Big BEAR))))))))))))))))))))) and you better be taking care of your self

 

[WyldBreeze]

Just another humble attempt....the poem doesn't have to mean something to everyone....just everything to someone.

The Five Senses

by WyldBreeze

I can see the stars shining, even in the middle of blue skies.
I can gaze across the valley and look upon the heights of the greatest mountains.
I can close my eyes and see inside your beautiful soul.
In a darkened room, I can view my dreams in living color.

I can taste eternity with the tip of my tongue.
I can savor the sweetness of the future with a caress of my lips.
The full array of the flavor of life surrounds my palate.
Fleeting within seconds, yet lingering on forever.

My words come in whispers, yet reveal the secrets of my soul.
The sighs escape my body as your touch satisfies it.
My voice, though speaking in volumes, still fails to relay the depths of my feelings.
I'm speechless, yet you understand me.

I hear your message, your wants and desires, though your voice says nothing.
Your teasing words....your protectiveness, hold the ghosts' voices at bay.
Listening to the timbre, the meaning of your words, the truth of your feelings,
It's the greatest melody known.

The feeling of your gaze upon me as I slumber peacefully in your arms,
The sensations evoked when your hand brushes my heated skin.
The loss of gravity when your lips touch mine,
Yes....all of this from your one tender kiss.​

 

[LustfulOne50]

WOW!!!! Nice poem Wyld...I was very moved by it...yes a love find its way into all five senses ..and oh how it feels so good and cuddling ....nice es and es

 

[WyldBreeze]

WOW!!!! Nice poem Wyld...I was very moved by it...yes a love find its way into all five senses ..and oh how it feels so good and cuddling ....nice es and es

Thank you for the kind words.